From a grim impoverished violent landscape, to beauty, empathy, and wonder.
Anita and I loved seeing The Flight of the Butterflies in 3-D at a special Mexican reception in the IMAX theatre on South Bank this week.
I’d seen it once before, since Mike Slee, the director, is a dear pal of mine. Mike is a devotee of stereoscopy, which is why we initially got together a few years ago, but we also share a love of wildlife, and I’ve been following his progress on this film for a long time (he took some time off to film Kerry and me with Virginia McKenna in Shamwari, South Africa – for a forthcoming documentary). It was Mike’s dream to capture on film in 3-D the incredible story of the Monarch Butterfly’s migration over thousands of miles, and tell the story, intermingled with the story of the discovery of this phenomenon, in the last century, by a man who had been obsessed since childhood with the mystery of where the Monarchs disappeared to every year from North America.
You HAVE to see this film if you’re interested in the marvels of the Natural World. It’s breathtaking – literally breathtaking. You can actually hear sudden sharp intakes of breaths all around you, as people gasp at the first shots of the Monarch’s wintering hideaway. Mike is not someone who has just adopted 3-D because it’s trendy – he’s grown with it organically … and it shows in this film. Beautiful. The perfect place to take your child on a rainy afternoon.
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